Autumn Is For Lovers

Below is the poem entitled Autumn Is For Lovers which was written by poet
Timothy
Brumley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Autumn Is For Lovers

The summer's almost over
The days wane shorter week by week
The hills have shed their clover
And, the sun his warm mystique.
Each month becomes less weary
The pain fades each passing day
The future seems less dreary
But, this awful yearning stays.
Music fills the silent void
Where your voice hung like heather
But of course, I must avoid
The songs we danced together.
My walks help ease the mourning
Like, leaving bad thoughts behind
But only in the early morning
Before the couples walk entwined.
I walk through most of the year
Through summer, winter, and spring
But never in autumn, I fear
My heart just can't take somethings!
I must never think of autumn
Not since our last adieu'
For, if I ever thought of autumn
It would break my heart in two!
For autumn is for lovers
And is also when we met
A time to enjoy another
And, not for love's regret.
Spring is past encroaching
The summer has gone, and then...
Winter is fast approaching
That dead season, my life begins.
Timothy I. Brumley

Of course I needed to read this. The angst of lost love is a fascinating subject and lends itself to so many wonderful ways to express and this one of yours is very special. I will be reading all of your poems Tim and what I've read so far is more than satisfying. I love them. Try my Gypsy Dance, you might like!

timothy, it is unusual how you took Autumn, typically the season of death and made it for YOU, the season of LIFE. And now how you look FORWARD to the dead season of winter. VERY original. I love that and I love this poem. Sometimes the sad and heartfelt ones are some of our best and I would say this is one of your best! luv, Andrea